Wealthy Child Bride: Hello, Mr. President

   A good night's dream.

   The next day, Han Xiaoye was dragged to the studio by Mo Qi again. When she came back, the man who usually wouldn't go home before eight or nine o'clock actually came back for the first time. With a handbag still in his hand, he went straight back to the room.

   After Han Xiaoye changed his shoes and went in, he asked Feng Yaqin in surprise, "Mummy, why did my uncle come back so early today?"

   "I think I have prepared a surprise for you. I saw the bag he carried. It seems to contain some skin care products. It must have been bought for you. Go in and have a look."

   Skincare?

   She still has a lot of skin care products left, why did Fu Zhiyan buy skin care products for her?

  Han Xiaoye felt strange in his heart, but he couldn't help but feel sweet. After saying a few words to Feng Yaqin, he entered the bedroom.

   As soon as she entered, she was completely stunned—

   "Uncle, what are you doing?"

   Her eyes are fine, right?

wipe!

   There must be something wrong with her eyes!

  Han Xiaoye rubbed his eyes fiercely, but the scene in front of him did not change, Fu Zhiyan was applying the mask!

  Fu Zhiyan put on a mask?

   This kind of picture is as spartan as seeing Kim-Jong-un and Obama-Bah-Ma playing together.

   She couldn't turn her head around a bit. She looked at the sun outside. It was indeed rising from the east, not from the west.

   Looking at the man who calmly put on the mask, she suddenly felt bad. She looked at the mask bottle on the table, it was the kind of cream mask, it was indeed for men. When I looked at the other things in the bag, it was exactly like what Feng Yaqin said, all the skin care products. But again, it's all men's!

  Fu Zhiyan bought so many skin care products, did he want to use them himself?

  Han Xiaoye can't change it a bit.

   Exactly, ten minutes later, the man with the mask on his face calmly went to the bathroom to wash his face.

  Fu Zhiyan washed it seven or eight times in a row, and it seemed that the sticky feeling on his face had been washed away. He frowned and wiped the water off his face with a handkerchief. Looking at my face in the mirror, I don't know whether it is the effect of the mask or the psychological effect. The skin seems to be better than usual.

   He rubbed his temples and prepared to bring in the bottles and jars in the bag. As Andy said, he patted water on his face and applied lotion.

   He was inexplicably disgusted at the thought of putting that wet thing on his face again. But thinking about the little hooligan who took a bite of an old man yesterday, he took a deep breath, holding back the resentment and displeasure in his heart. Out.

  Han Xiaoye has been standing outside waiting for him, looking through the contents of the bag while waiting. I found out that Fu Zhiyan bought a complete set of skin care products. From toners to serums to moisturizers, moisturizers, day creams, and night creams. There's even eye cream!

   And they are all sea blue mystery brands.

   This set will cost at least tens of thousands of dollars.

  Why did he suddenly buy so many skin care products? It's also strange to use the mask. Even that kind of cream mask, not mask paper, was enough to make her stunned. She knows best that Fu Zhiyan has a serious cleanliness addiction and never likes to use these things. He always feels that there are many bacteria in these things, and he refuses to use them after killing them.

  What are you doing?

   As soon as Fu Zhiyan came over to get something, she immediately asked the question just now, "Little uncle, why did you think of skin care?"

   "Do you think it works?" Fu Zhiyan asked instead of answering.

   "What effect? ​​Ah, do you mean your face? I'll take a look." She took a closer look, "Hey, I don't think so."

   "No effect?" Fu Zhiyan frowned fiercely!

  Han Xiaoye hurriedly waved his hand to explain, "It's not that it doesn't work, maybe it's the first time you use it, you can't see it. It's also possible that your skin is so good, and the effect isn't particularly obvious."

   "...You said my skin is good?" The man Danfeng looked at her.

  Han Xiaoye was startled, "Yes, your skin is very good. Don't you know?"

  “…”

"It's really good, come come." Han Xiaoye pulled him to the mirror, pointed to his face in the mirror and said, "Look, there are no spots or pimples at all, it's smooth and firm. It's white and delicate, even with pores. I can't see any of them. This is the effect that you have only used facial cleanser and toner for so many years. You don't like it. What do you think of those women who smear them on their faces every day?"

  Emma, ​​let her think!

  Han Xiaoye stared at the little red dot that appeared on the tip of his nose, depressed to death. Isn't it just a hot pot for lunch? I'm getting pimples right away, it's so annoying!

   Compared to the flawless skin of the man next to her, she suddenly became envious and hated!

   She also eats spicy food. She can eat more spicy food than he is. Why does Fu Zhiyan not when she gets pimples every time. So unfair!

   "Why did you suddenly want to take care of your skin?" Han Xiaoye asked curiously, suppressing his strong envy and hatred.

  Fu Zhiyan heard her chatter, and saw the envy in her eyes. The mood that had been hazy since a few days ago suddenly became brighter. He pouted and turned around indifferently, "It's nothing."

   "How could it be nothing, your brain is not caught by the door." Han Xiaoye followed, reluctantly, "There must be something, you can tell me."

  "..." Did she say something nice? What does it mean that his brain is not caught by the door? Fu Zhiyan's temple jumped fiercely.

   "Why do you suddenly buy so many skin care products? Shouldn't it be..." Han Xiaoye said with nu nuzui, knowing that it was impossible, "Would it be that you have a woman outside?"

"no."

   "Then who are you showing your beauty to?" Han Xiaoye seized the opportunity to push the question back again.

   The man who walked to the desk packed up a bag of skin care products and threw them aside like trash, not wanting to use them anymore.

   "What are you putting it in the cabinet for? Don't you want to use it?"

"No."

   "Why?" Han Xiaoye felt that he was nagging, "Why don't you buy it back? It's so expensive, it's not that you don't want money."

  "..." He bought it because he was afraid that she would dislike his elder, and now he knew it was just a misunderstanding. Of course, I won't cover my face with these sticky and greasy things again. Fu Zhiyan frowned and handed the bag to her, "You can use it."

  Han Xiaoye laughed angrily at him, "You buy all men's, how can I use it! Ah, yes, I can use it for Sinanqing. I don't know if Sinanqing uses skin care products?"

  Fu Zhiyan heard her little mouth, which was a man's name. Suddenly the company collapsed, stretched out his long hand, and took the bag back, "I use it myself."

Depend on!

   Does he play with her?

  Han Xiaoye was unhappy, humming, "Didn't you just say you don't need it? You changed your mind again in a few seconds. People say that women are fickle, how can you be more fickle than women?"